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Sally A Bayan Aug 2016
(10w x 3)


Eighteen. . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . steps
...soft-cushioned couch
........patiently waits
.........i willingly
............heavily
...............drop


............having wine
.........to unwind
........knots...tangles
...hands stretch.....then angle

backwards.....
..............reach
...................to
......unbutton....
............ undo  
.................clasps...
...............
..........unequa­led...comfort.....
...............from
..............r e l e a s e.......



Sally


Copyright August 23, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Colm Jul 2016
Though weary eyes are still worth seeing,
Sometimes the sight isn't worth the time.

I'd encourage you instead to rest,
And escape from yourself within your mind.

Just go close your eyes and be at peace,
Embrace the darkness with remind.

Like a weary ball of worn out string,
Sleep quietly until you unwind.
When I'm tired... I unwind. :D
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
What was is like before I fell
Before I ended up in this hell
I don't remember I was only eight
When I got shoved into this fate
Left with feelings of self hate
Human monsters brought me to this gate

The hands of time
They did unwind
It didn't treat me very kind
It brought more monsters and called them mine

Now I'm spinning out of control
Waves of sorrow over me roll
Never knowing which way to go
Should I follow the ******* crow

It would lead me to the grave
You know that is what I crave
There's not much of me to save
For what wasn't stole from me, I gave

Or should I stay in this frozen field
Frozen solid left to deal
Trying to heal what can't be healed
Blinded by my fate, is it sealed

Will any of my tomorrows be kinder
Oh will I grow blinder
By the bites of more sidewinders
Or will I just be thrown into the grinder

I remember mud pies
Chasing fireflies
Lazy summer bike rides
Loved ones that never died
What happened to those things I had before I fell
Before I ended up in this Hell
Can anybody say,can anybody tell
SassyJ Mar 2016
These words you speak
These words you spin
Have infinite meaning
A definitive substance
Inject my mind
Flipping the norm
Unravel all the lies
They fed to us


Unlock my mind, unwind my eyes
Take me out of this boxes, boxes
Erecting all around me
Untwist my tongue, deject my terms
Pull me out of the sinking crane
Piloting all around me

Who gives the ****?
Just give me a fact
All 7 billions souls unique
This linear life is meaningless
Fictions to act
One day I am frog the next a beauty

The mystery of the dark
All shrugged in blanks
They say its locked in your head
A crazy existence
Dehumanised to decay
The police can’t even help
Inspired by Mouthpiece
https://soundcloud.com/user-367453778/dejected-terms
Joyce Feb 2016
Shades of night.
If we turn off the lights.
Thoughts leave our mind.
Our souls utterly unwind.
Leaving today behind.
In our dreams we will find.
Stories we create.
They can be so vivid.
By closing your eyes
I hope you experience.
This beautiful story
with love flowing in it.
So I wish you
good night.
By taking a flight.
To dreamland
into the moonlight.
Joyce Jan 2016
A life so fragile by touch.
A soul so addicted to love.
A mind that needs to unwind.
These eyes are staring blind.
Leaving the past behind.
Lock the pain away.
Trying to feel happy along the way.
Like an ocean deep within.
Feelings of loneliness and fear.
As you whisper in my ear.
Sweet comfort words I need.
To feel safe when my heart bleeds.
Love is such a powerful feeling.
A slightest touch feels so healing.
Marie-Chantal Apr 2015
I think I must be a tarnished bobbin
or a spool,
Or something you think you can
reel in
Like a golden thread or a worn leash.
My answers may not wrap around your
little ego the way you would
like them to.
But sometimes bobbins and spools
need to unwind too.
Lol, I am a person too and I would appreciate if you acknowledged that every so often. x
This isn't really a poem or something that I like at all, I just realllllly needed to vent.......
Leal Knowone Mar 2015
So beautiful in this ugliness, **** a bit of this wretchedness
in my mind I unwind, and uncover the lies you hide
because of it i kiss the bliss with chapped lips and clenched fist
I thought all I wanted was a night like this
looking back I know i dont want it
in this world full of lies and ****
we cant see truth through our own arrogance
you thought we wold live in a world of bliss
just a clenched fist gripping pestilence
drinking the glass half full from the optimist
we wont live a life of opulence

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